fight for a world that beats you
did you think you would be rewarded?
bludgeoned till you accept what is true
shot in the ribs, is this what Parliament recommended?

your shrapnelled heart was approved
signed and sealed on decrees
out of holes in skin your blood is moved
you never cared about your enemies pleas

now the mines are sown
a million rifles are drawn
on sands, swamps and mountains blood is thrown
by armour piercing bullets in a planet burnt and torn

war is always called for
excuses always there, more and more